Me at 18

I’ve been thinking about age a lot.

Especially since I had my birthday last week and turned 45.

I’m not going to lie.

I feel like I’m getting better the older I get.

I spend less time making EVERYTHING about myself and more time enjoying my family and friends.

I’ve learned to mellow out and relax instead of getting uptight about everything.

For the most part I don’t pretend to be something I’m not.

Although I will, on occasion, emphasize all my stellar qualities and attributes.

Like when I’m trying to impress a guy.

I’m glad I’m no longer 18 years old.

But damn, 18 was a GOOD YEAR!

Here I am at 18, graduating high school with my sister.

And all dressed up going out with friends (probably 19 years old in this picture).

At 17 years old, posing for my Junior Prom with my date.

And here I am with friends at the top of Half Dome.

It’s crazy to think of how the years have passed by in the blink of an eye.

But there you have it.

Me at 18.


Cat and mouse

My son decided to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day by sending me a SnapChat of him with a HUGE HICKIE on his neck which he got on a trip to Paso Robles.

He had a BIG smile on his face.

I quickly took a screen shot of his SnapChat (he later deleted it off my phone).

I showed it to my mom.

She sighed.

We’ve all been sorta hoping he’d settle down a bit with the young woman he took to the prom.

But no, apparently he’s still sowing his wild oats.

And (no judgment here) he should be.

He’s 18!

Back at home, I asked him when his prom date came over, “So what did she think of your neck?”

He said, “She offered to mark the other side.”



Kids are growing up fast these days!

It took me YEARS to get over the idea that I MUST create a relationship with EVERY man who interests me or be labeled a SLUT.

Kudos to these two young adults for not forcing the issue and just enjoying each other’s company.

I like a woman confident enough to hold her own in the face of another woman’s hickie.

Who is the cat and who is the mouse?

You really can’t be sure now, can you?

Empty nest

This weekend I drove down to Paso Robles with my mom to see my son off to college.

I’ll be honest, I got weepy.

I had to hug him and squeeze him and kiss him before I left.

It’s hard to feel too sad about the change however, because he has landed in a pretty cushy situation.

He is living in a 250+ square foot bedroom in a villa in Paso Robles.

The place had TWO hot tubs – one on the ground floor and one on the second level.


The ENTIRE house has vaulted ceilings.

There’s even an ELEVATOR in the house.

And a wine cellar, which is ACTUALLY a wine cellar not just a closet, down in the ground, through a wrought iron door and down a flight of stairs.


He’s 18 years old and his bedroom is twice the size of mine.

He’s living in a 3.2 million dollar villa in Paso.

And he’s got sweeping views of the vineyards surrounding the house.

The kid is 1 years old and already he’s more successful than me.

Go figure!

Induction, birth and my “baby”

Eighteen years ago today, I found out that my amniotic fluid was not replenishing itself and my baby was at risk.

I was rushed to the hospital for an induced birth at 8 months gestation.

The induction worked great because 45 minutes later, I’d given birth to a 7 pound 12 ounce baby boy who we named Duncan.

Yeah, it was a WILD ride, let me tell you!

Today, Duncan turns 18 years old and I am THRILLED to see him launch himself into the world.

He’s not only survived low amniotic fluid, he’s also survived snorkeling with speedboats, getting stuck in a banyan tree, and numerous broken bones requiring surgery and pins.